It has been over two years since Stephen passed and I really thought that I had done a pretty good job of dealing with his death. I thought that I had processed what needed to be processed and was doing pretty damn good. Then I met with Jeff(my therapist)who is helping me to figure out why I am overeating and what my triggers are. We discovered that I have gained a whooping 80 pounds since Stephen died, so Jeff says to me..."Lynn you are stuffing something...lets see what it is.." A big ole serving of GUILT, thats what! The truth of the matter is I still am not sure I made the right decision. I met a young man the other day who overdosed on the same thing Stephen did,he shared with me that he was in a coma for 2 weeks and he woke up...he said he is a little slower than he once was but other than that he is fine. My good friend Stacy is dating a man that went through a similar thing and he seems to be fine...so did I give up on my son? Was he trying to fight his way back and I shut the door? If so, there is nothing I can do about it now, I made the decision and I have to live with it.I will never have the answers. So what do I do with this guilt, carry it around my waist and big ass for the rest of my life? How do you let something like that go? I asked Jeff that very same question...and he gave me the standard counselor answer..."you will have to figure that out for yourself"...Thanks a lot!